Toji should’ve expected it, really.

As the stain of the Zenin clan, the constant target of abuse and violence, Toji was sent to serve someone of a higher class and a different clan, someone who had recently done some good deeds for the Zenin clan. Toji shouldn’t be surprised, as he’s been through much worse than having to serve some pompous prick.

Still, Toji detested the idea. He understood very well why he was hated, but that never meant he deserved any of it. It’s not like Toji deliberately asked to have a Heavenly Restriction, he was simply born that way.

Toji resisted a low growl of annoyance. He had no idea who exactly he was supposed to serve, but he knew they were rich and powerful enough to have their own private estate, away from their respective clan.

It certainly looked a lot different from the Zenin clan. It was more clean, peaceful even, and didn’t resemble that of a torturous dungeon.

It unnerved Toji. He wasn’t used to such a calm environment.

Nonetheless, Toji rapped on the door twice. He just wanted to get his time done, and go back to the shithole he could barely call home.